Chapter 520

Now, the Mini Reaper Garden had become a battlefield.

My head was in a very complicated state.

It wasn’t that I had many thoughts, but it was truly loud.

It sounded as if dozens of people were talking at once, as the voices of the Golden Reapers incessantly filled my mind.

“Mom, don’t do that!”

“You need to step longer!”

“Don’t!”

The combat skills I had gained from merging with the Golden Reapers were certainly impressive.

But for some reason, it seemed that my movements appeared endlessly clumsy in their eyes.

Every time I took a step, or swung my fist, a barrage of criticisms followed.

Last time, when we fused, the Golden Reapers were cheering, “Mom punch!” “Mom kick!” and having fun, but when we faced a tough opponent, their true nature emerged.

And now, upon reflecting, I realized that the Golden Reapers never really praised my skills directly.

“I guess they meant ‘Mom is great (compared to before merging)’.”

So, it turns out they had just been saying nice things all along…

But there was a bigger problem.

The Black Giant’s abilities far surpassed those of the Golden Reapers.

Even the Golden Reapers who had merged with me agreed on the overwhelming difference.

The movements of the massive Black Giant bore the weight of ages.

As if it had been continuously fighting for years, every movement was close to perfection.

And this was despite the Black Giant not having a clear sense of self.

“What the hell did it do in the colored universe to become this strong?”

This question lingered in my mind, but there was no time to dwell on it.

Right now, I was struggling just to face the enemy in front of me.

As the fight dragged on, the situation became increasingly dire.

The wounds kept increasing.

And with each wound, Golden Reapers were sent flying, unconscious.

“Ah!”

The battle continued, but eventually, the worst possible situation occurred.

I was caught in the massive hand of the Black Giant, and my remaining arm was about to be bitten off.

“Ahhh!”

The Golden Reapers, perhaps remembering the pain of being bitten by the Giant, screamed and panicked, even though they hadn’t been bitten.

In this life-or-death moment,

A clear, pure cry echoed through the air.

Squee!

With that sound, the massive Black Reaper appeared and struck the Black Giant’s head.

A perfect straight punch, as if drawn in a picture!

Bang!

When the blow struck the Black Giant, the space around it rippled like compressed air, pushing the Black Giant back.

It was the Black Reaper’s specialty, manipulating space with physical force.

“Black younger sibling!”

“Strong younger sibling!”

The cheers of the Golden Reapers filled my head.

The massive Black Reaper, appearing as a savior, bore faint scars on its body.

Seeing those marks, it was clear the giant Black Reaper was formed from the veteran Black Reapers who had fought in the battles with the Butterfly Foreign News.

Truly, the elite among the Black Reapers!

But even with the power of these elite Black Reapers, they were no match for the Black Giant.

The gap in their abilities was too great.

“This is bad…”

The situation was heading towards the worst possible outcome.

I, out of habit from my human days, panted and glared at the Black Giant.

“Mom…”

“Hang in there!”

Now, the Golden Reapers weren’t offering tips but were sending their wishes and prayers.

The Black Giant was overwhelmingly strong.

The only reason I had lasted this long was not because I had fought well, but because of the Black Giant’s instinctive, passive behavior patterns.

The Black Giant had no clear self-identity.

Its attacks were purposeful but not fierce, and its movements were slow.

The bigger problem was the wounds the Black Giant left behind.

The massive Black Reaper’s body was full of sharp claw marks, and I was barely holding on with one arm missing.

I tried summoning more Golden Reapers to attempt another fusion, but the lost arm didn’t grow back.

It was like the eternal wound etched on the body of the Butterfly Foreign News.

“The Halo of Death still doesn’t react, and spatial abilities don’t work on the Giant’s corpse…”

“The First Sword fusion? Or alchemy? I don’t know.”

As I struggled to think of a way out of this situation, the sky over the Mini Reaper Garden began to change.

And in that moment, a powerful will surged.

“Huggh!”

As the will was released toward the golden aurora hanging like a curtain, the light began to flow naturally in one direction, like a waterfall.

And as if it were a signal flare, various types of fused Reapers began to appear one by one.

It started with the giant red Reaper and various color fusions of Reapers.

There were also grotesque hybrid Gremlin Reapers, and the First Sword of the Golden Cloak Reapers.

“Would Hug Reaper’s power be able to maintain this?”

Turning my gaze in curiosity, an astonishing sight met my eyes.

The body of the Hug Reaper was splitting into pieces, much like when I used the Halo.

It wasn’t its usual calm expression but one that seemed a bit tired.

“Huggh.”

The one whose eyes met mine smiled softly while releasing the will.

As the fused Reapers surged toward the Black Giant, I made a decision.

I canceled the fusion with the Golden Reapers.

The combat skills I had gained from merging with the Golden Reapers were not enough to face the Black Giant.

But I still had my trump card.

A special power that the Black Giant could not use, one that only I could wield.

It was alchemy.

I let the Golden Reapers continue their fusion and instead summoned the Bleached Reaper.

“Maah!”

Then, I merged with the Bleached Reaper, who looked at me with determined eyes.

A Bleached Reaper so huge it could rival the Black Giant.

I transformed into a truly gigantic Bleached Reaper, one that contained Valhalla within.

It was a combination of Hug Reaper’s fusion abilities and my domain powers.

I slowly gathered the grayish willpower into my fist, like gathering firewood.

“This is the power of alchemy!”

Then, with a shout of will, I swung my fist with all my might at the Black Giant.

The so-called Gray Reaper Original Alchemy, the Alchemy Punch!

“Maah?”

The Bleached Reaper muttered a somewhat puzzled voice.

As if saying, “This isn’t alchemy!”

The moment my fist cut through the air, space twisted and tore apart.

It was as if reality itself was cracking like glass, and from the crack, the darkness of the void seeped out.

!!!

Then, something incredible happened.

“Mom, you’re amazing!”

“Mom Punch!”

The Black Giant, who had been silently receiving every attack, managed to dodge my punch.

In the space dominated by endless darkness, the white marble round table faintly glowed.

Structures made of sand danced on the table.

It looked like a vivid holographic video from a movie.

The image of the massive Bleached Reaper was drawn and vanished repeatedly, vividly recreating the moment when it delivered a powerful punch.

At that moment, from one of the nine candle holders around the table, a golden flame suddenly began to burn.

As the flame rose, a man appeared in the spot that had been empty until then.

He appeared as though he had always been there from the start.

The man immediately stood up from his seat upon opening his eyes.

His face was filled with anger and disgust.

It seemed that he had been watching the Gray Reaper’s battle before fully awakening at the round table.

“That’s not alchemy!”

His voice rang out through the darkness.

The trembling voice, filled with anger, carried deep pride and stubbornness.

He was the authority on spatial alchemy, a skilled individual who had ranked second in the Alchemy Academy.

Of course, only the Blue Girl referred to him as second place in such a mocking way, calling him that with a sneer.

The Blue Girl, sitting across from him, yawned, looking bored at his heated reaction.

Her finger pointed toward her ear.

As if to block out the noisy sound.

“Second place, you’re so full of passion today~”

“Second place, you’re so full of passion today~”

Then she giggled, like a mischievous Gray Reaper, holding her hand to her mouth.

At her words, the man’s face grew even redder.

He was so furious he seemed on the verge of exploding, but he couldn’t find any words to contain that anger.

After all, it was true that he was second place.

What he still couldn’t understand was why the Blue Girl always repeated herself when mocking him.

The sand on the table continued to dance, drawing scenes of battle.

When the massive Bleached Reaper’s fist cut through the air, it seemed as though space itself was distorting.

It was an extraordinary display of power that couldn’t simply be called a punch, but the man watching the scene was filled with disgust.

From his perspective, it was an intolerable sight.

If we were to put it in earthly terms, it was like saying the pen defeats the sword and then hitting someone with a pen.

In the darkness, the flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the round table.

Amid the silence, only the soft sounds made by the sand echoed.

Then, breaking that stillness, the other candle holders all ignited in unison.